Keep On Dog-Walking Past This Booth

, , , , , | Friendly | January 12, 2018

(My family is considered quite big — seven including the dog — and two of my siblings are toddlers. My town holds a dog-walking festival every year. There are booths along the route. These booths usually have items to purchase like dog treats or toys. As we walk along, we notice a neighbor volunteering at an adoption booth “stocked” with pets from a local animal shelter. My parents start chatting with her as my sister — not a toddler — and I start petting one of the cats laying on a table outside of its crate.)

Dad: *notices* “I love cats!” *pets cat*

(The cat purrs and rubs itself on his arm. It seems to have taken a liking to my dad.)

Dad: “She’s up for adoption, right? Could we see if her and the dog get along?”

Neighbor: “Yeah, but I’m not letting you guys adopt any pets. You already have a big enough family!” *laughs*

(Nobody else laughs with her.)

Mom: “Isn’t that for us to decide?”

Neighbor: *still laughing* “I’m doing this for you, [Mom]! You already have enough work with all of these kids and animals!”

(We just walked off and avoided her from then on. She also became known as the nosy neighbor, because she pulled a stunt similar to this where she denied our other neighbors who were a young couple to adopt an older dog since it would “die sooner” and they should get a puppy. Why does the size of someone’s family affect their ability to be able to give an animal a home? Also, isn’t her goal as a volunteer to get more animals homes, not nitpick the little details and get involved in other people’s business?)

You’ll Be Around A Lot Longer Than Isis, Anyway

, , , , , , | Right | January 10, 2018

Customer: “Hi, can I have a cinnamon roll and a decaf?”

Me: “Sure.”

Coworker: *to me* “Hey, Isis, can you help me after [Owner] leaves?”

Me: “Sure.”

Customer: “Why did he call you that?”

Me: “It’s my name.”

Customer: *disgusted* “Well, why the h*** haven’t you changed it?!”

Me: “Because it’s my name, and I had it first.”

Customer: “But people will think you’re a terrorist! If you want a goddess’s name, have Diana or Freya, but seriously, get rid of that s*** name!”

Coworker: “Sir, I’m going to have to ask you to leave.”

Customer: “As if! I paid for my food and I’m getting it.”

Me: *slightly upset* “It’s okay, [Coworker]; I’m going to go on break.”

Customer: “Change it!”

Coworker: “Leave before I call the cops. This is your last chance.”

Customer: “You’re going to have a nasty life if you keep that!”

(He stormed out, snatching a cinnamon roll and another customer’s decaf before going. When the cops did arrest him, he said that he paid for them and that everyone was going to think I was “un-American.” I’m fine. It’s my name and nobody’s going to make me change it.)

Unfiltered Story #103616

, | Unfiltered | January 10, 2018

For an assortment of reasons, my husband has been unemployed for a while, outside of extremely short temp work and off-the-book odd jobs. For a while he had had been having random symptoms: foot/ankle pain, shortness of breath after exertion (more than normal) and lower back pain. All together they didn’t seem to add up to anything aside from random aches and pains, they never stuck around long, and without insurance he couldn’t afford to see a doctor properly so he just treated with Aspirin and the like.

Finally, it happened: the Affordable Care Act was passed. He signed up and got real health insurance for the first time in a decade. He’s assigned a primary care physician, and we call to set up an appointment. No answer. We try again, and again and again, at both the number listed on the insurance site and on their individual site. Never get an answer, never even get voice mail. After a bit more than a month of this he’s feeling ill; the local EMO doesn’t take the medicare-based version of his insurance, so we head to the hospital ER right down the street. He apologizes for coming for such a minor thing but we didn’t have any options at the time, but it’s fine and after a wait they take his vitals… and immediately wheel him into the observation room. We’re trying desperately to get some actual information from the first nurse bringing him in, or the second nurse coming to hook him up to all their monitors.

Finally a full doctor comes in and starts asking questions, but we interrupt and ask for, specifically, WHY they were doing all this. She shows us the blood pressure monitor: 220/120. His BP had always been high, especially at the doctor’s/hospital because of “white coat syndrome”, but never THAT high! Somehow he never actually had a heart attack or stroke over the past several months, but that unrestrained pressure did a lot of damage to his kidneys. My husband was in the hospital for about 10 days (although he was originally going to get out in 6, one batch of test results got messed up and they couldn’t run it again until the following Monday.) When he left he was on a perscription for about 8 different heart and blood pressure medications (two of which were quickly dropped and two others cut in half once he got home and could relax!)

The bad news is that, because of the level of damage his kidneys had suffered, my husband’s on the verge of needing to go on the transplant list. The GOOD news is that his heart has made a near-complete recovery, his perscriptions have been cut down further, and his kidney functions have actually improved to a point where he’s no longer hovering on the verge of failure!

And that’s why we say to this day, with no irony: thanks, Obama!

Unfiltered Story #102198

, , , | Unfiltered | December 27, 2017

(My fiancé and I are the customers in this story. We’ve been spending a good part of the day job hunting. We’re currently in a large, well known clothing store )

Fiancé: *Walking with me after reaching the second floor of the store* “We need to find customer service…” *Spots a worker* “Excuse me, where is customer service?”

Worker: *She looks behind herself, looking at the doorway with the large “Customer Service” letters above it* “Right over there, sir!”

Fiancé: “…Oh.”

Me: “Well done, hun.”

(Later on, we’re in a second well known clothing store. We just asked where to go, and were directed to the other side of the store. Being lost, we go up to a service desk to ask for directions. )

Fiancé: “Hi, where exactly is the customer service area?”

Worker: “Just straight behind me! Take a right once you go past the doorway.”

Fiancé: “Take a right… okay, thank you.”

Me: *staring at the sign above the desk* “Hey, hun?”

Fiancé: “Yes?”

Me: “There’s a sign above us that points the way…”

Fiancé: “…”

Me: “You’re turning into the customers you dislike. Don’t do it, it’s not worth it!”

Unfiltered Story #102194

, , | Unfiltered | December 26, 2017

(I was counting my register because i just closed the store including drive-thru but i still had my headset on. A vustomers pulls up at drive-thru)

Me: I’m sorry but we are closed.

Customer: WHAT? You’re closed? Then why the f*** would you answer me then.

Me: So you don’t have to wait for nothing, sir.

*Customer drives around and pulls up to the front of the store, he got out of the car and starts banging on the door because it was closed. I opened the door*


Me: Sir, all i told you was the store is closed.

Customer: You f****** d***, don’t give me attiude, i want your name and i’m going to talk to your manager.

Me: Here’s my name (show him the name tag), MY manger number is this, She is here Mon-Sat from 6-3, she takes Sunday off.

Customer: I’ll deal with you, f*****.

(he storms off, he never complained or called my manager. I’ve never seen him again)

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